If I am still enough the four colors that are here will perch on my fingers. If I am still enough, the shadows that are blue in midday will curl in my lap and sleep, growl only when I stand to wipe bounced light from my eyes, too much light burning memory into retinas.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
If only you could see what I have seen with your eyes.
show me. here.
Roy Batty liked poetry too. I honestly believe that Blade Runner of all the science fiction movies out there still has the most chance of coming true.
Beautiful, Susan. we enjoy the moment you describe and then it moves on, for life is stillness and motion and knowing when which one is most appropriate.
Yes, it is, and you have put it so beautifully. Long time no read–your commentary has been missed.
Nice roll through the season. Interesting, this working with expanded vision whilst my brain sits here focused on an alternate world. A perfect place to escape for a break. 🙂
I am flattered you came here!